Good work of any kind presents many potential insights. One has to chose one’s focus, what to consider and write about. Artists say more than they are consciously aware in their work. The lyric of China Girl was composed by David Bowie and Iggy Pop in 1976. The lyric and tune sizzle. There are…
I was unable to post this morning. I am in the midst of a rewrite, my update of a “This I Believe” statement that I wrote in 1983 when in grad school. A friend asked that I post the statement, which I will do. The world of society which includes language terms, and issues…
It is the eighth day of gray overcast here in the Midwest. I anticipate my appointment with the medical technician for a blood draw in about an hour. No breakfast yet, as fasting is required. Will the caffeine in this tall black coffee help? I can’t tell. Where do you turn for a recharge…
In our home, upon a wall of the room with all of the books, and there are more than a few books, there are a pair of photographs hanging. The photos are of my wife taken when she was seven years old, and of myself when I look to be about five. We decided…
I didn’t realize how much I looked forward to Tuesday evenings. As usual I walked into the Chatterbox Cafe in Long Grove and looked for a seat. The place always gets crowed on taco Tuesdays, cheap taco night. When the small tables are taken along two sides of the room, I find a place…
Philosophy is simultaneously maddening and satisfying, a linguistic deep dive into the foundations of our ways of life, an attempt to explore why we process “reality” the way we do. There are great and important differences between us. Where do those distinctive features, those dimensions of the self that I have come to be,…
Angel Of Harlem by U2 It was a cold and wet December day When we touched the ground at JFK Snow was melting on the ground On BLS I heard the sound Of an angel New York, like a Christmas tree Tonight this city belongs to me Angel Soul love…this love won’t let me…
Thinking this morning of how consciousness sculpts time. Exchanged words condition the passage of time, lend color, fulsome shape to life’s time or shock time to a standstill. Do we not resist, dread a condition of impasse, to be so traumatized by happenstance that time is frozen, nothing is allowed to change, I am…
Loneliness comes over me this morning. Is loneliness the default condition of homo sapiens? We are social beings because our physical survival is dependent upon others. Others have written since Homer that we have “being,” solidity as selves in and through the regard of others. What do others say of us, say about us? …
Where to this morning? I intended to compose additional thoughts on the Two Americas theme. The subject is depressing, like touring a social wasteland. I will delay another dive into that pool until tomorrow. In the meanwhile this fine tune comes as an antidote to the innervation of the post-industrial capitalism that besets us…
